Rajiv Prajapati

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Rajiv Prajapati Poems

The Power
A wave of power rushes past you on a windy day
waving your hair into disarray and tingling your skin
A formless power makes you comfortable in the biting cold
the same power fills you in agony, pain and suffering

Madman
Ah, me! where is freedom as to mine?
Ah, me! free from the whims of whimsical Society.
Free from the need to care, to understand

Death In Sleep, Obe And A Ghost
Last night, forgetting all cares and toils of life,
Weary, I lay myself on a couch to rest-
Forgetting all there was to do - even for my own best
and an accursed sleep as it was to be,

A Bit Of Heartache
The beginning: - a shattered glass heart
epoch: - some peaceful storm inside
A species of pain inside-like Wind

Puppet
The skies have darkened (for him) , and the threads pull and drain the color of
The life also; the man in that feeble will is a puppet yet.
All is now dying away, and yet the Age has not past half—
Ignorance in zenith, and the exhausting pleasures

White Light
A dip into the Infinite current,
A glimpse, a feel of the White Light
a moment of Supreme Bliss
Supreme Attraction, Supreme Addiction

Truth And Ignorance
The clouds of illusion within the self
brewed in the childhood mould,
they poison the very air around us
through the breath that us make.

Captivity
Darkness bind,
and the cold spirit of the cell chills
the soul is frozen
mind is blind-

A Dying Man
The sorrow surrounding a dying man
and the dark shadow that watches him;
All the dreams that life presented him,
are somehow seeming only dreams within a dream.

Thornman
One day,
while on a trip to a tame wood unfar
I came in contact with a rock on the ground that I did not see-
and so stumbled across a magnificent space of floor

Coma
I actually wrote this in paragraphs so I don't know if it can be called a poem. But it can't even be called an essay. Read on.
'Once upon a time, I had a life. Once upon a time, I was alive, free and whole.

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Thornman

One day, while on a trip to a tame wood unfarI came in contact with a rock on the ground that I did not see-and so stumbled across a magnificent space of floorand fell down on a rough ground with dry twigs, leaves, minute thorns and moreInstinct told me to put my hands on the ground before falling in, and slow in thoughts as I was, gave in.